Chinese students at Hogwarts.

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Water droplets dripped from the dark and damp ceiling, causing ripples in the puddles in the corner.

Ron twisted twice and let out a painful groan. He got up from the ground in confusion, his red hair wet and stuck to his forehead.

This is where?

He looked around at a room made of rough stones. The walls were inlaid with stones that emitted a dim light, providing some negligible light.

There was still water on the uneven ground, and the whole room was cold and dark. In the dim light, he saw his wand lying on the floor not far away.

Wand!

Ron hurriedly struggled forward, and just when he stood up, he felt a terrible pain in his ankle. He screamed in pain and fell to the cold ground again.

Slowly crawling forward two steps, holding the wand in his hand, feeling the intimacy of blood connection, Ron's panic calmed down a little.

【Fluorescent flash】

The tip of the wand lit up with a soft light, and Ron sat up. He looked at his ankle and took off his diving socks. Only then did he realize that the ankle was swollen.

Apparently it fell when it just fell.

How could this be?

One second they were cheering, everyone was shouting happily on the intercom, celebrating that they had found a way out, but the next second, the floor suddenly cracked.

The huge suction force caught everyone off guard and fell directly into the endless abyss.

The seawater hugged them, and Ron only remembered that he seemed to have hit something, and then his vision went dark and he fainted.

He smiled bitterly and touched his head. There was also a lump there, it must have been an impact.

Where is everyone? Where are the others?

By the way, the intercom. Ron felt a little lucky in his heart. Fortunately, he had the intercom. He pressed the intercom skillfully and asked eagerly:

"Harry! Hermione! Neville! Where are you?"

But apart from some strange noises, the intercom also made a rustling sound.

How could this be?

Ron felt as if his heart had fallen into a bottomless abyss. The surroundings were getting colder and colder, and he couldn't help but tremble.

After trying for a long time, he had to admit the frustrating fact that the intercom was broken.

This discovery plunged Ron's originally stable mood into endless panic again. He sat on the ground, his face pale and a little at a loss.

In the past few years at school, he had become accustomed to looking for friends when he needed to think. Once he lost his friends, Ron felt that he didn't even know what to do next.

After a while, the fear gradually subsided, and the courage of the Weasley family seeped out of their bones bit by bit.

He gritted his teeth and dragged his legs to stand up, raised his wand, and limped toward the door not far away.

There is always something to do.

Neville turned his body lightly, and passed the stone sword that was chopped down with just one step. His body swayed, and his arms were placed on the arms of the statue. Power surged with the huge forward force of the stone.

With a loud bang, the stone man's arms were forcefully twisted off. The red light in its eyes dimmed, and its entire body shook and hit the floor heavily.

Neville frowned. Behind him lay the broken bodies of several stone men. These bulky stone men who could only wield weapons did not pose any threat to Neville.

But where are my friends?

Who would have thought that the floor would suddenly break when they were happy. I'm afraid that was when everyone dispersed.

After pressing the button on the intercom, Neville cautiously did not speak, but gently tapped the intercom a few times with his index finger, making a clicking sound.

What answered him was the rustling noise of the intercom.

There was still no answer, and a trace of gloom flashed between Neville's brows, but it quickly dissipated. He had repeated this action many times.

Just another failure.

He looked at the room in front of him and felt that this was a real maze, with similar rooms and long corridors, and each room could lead to another corridor and room.

Rough stone slabs, a dark and humid environment, and monsters lurking everywhere.

Pursing his lips, Neville's mood gradually calmed down. The suffering in the first twelve years of his life was not without rewards. At least Neville felt that there were few things that he could no longer accept.

After leaving his direction and signature on the wall with his wand, Neville gathered his mood and once again embarked on an unknown journey.

[Burning flames]!

Hermione's wand spurted out bright, blazing fire, and the humanoid monster with pale skin and gray eyes in front of her was instantly ignited into a huge torch.

It screamed strangely and struggled to retreat, but the flames burned more and more vigorously.

Hermione's little face was illuminated by the firelight. She was panting and took this opportunity to take a breath. How could there be an Inferi here?

He took out the sealed parchment and charcoal from his pocket, and sketched his route map on it by the light of the fire.

Because of the movements of the Inferi, the fire kept flickering on and off. The irritable little witch impatiently pulled out her wand to immobilize the Inferi. The audience couldn't help but tremble.

No, there's no pattern, Hermione's delicate eyebrows knitted together.

She pressed the intercom again without giving up and tapped it gently with her index finger.

After a while, Hermione sighed. The Inferi was finally burned out, leaving only a pool of disgusting black ash. She left a mark on the wall with her wand and set off towards the unknown again.

"Ex~pecto—— Patronum"

Dazzling stars burst out from the tip of Harry's wand like morning light.

A deer with big antlers walked gracefully out of the silver light.

It lowered its head and nuzzled Harry's head affectionately.

Harry also pressed the deer's forehead and said softly:

"Go ahead and explore the road, look for my friends, and if you find them, bring them here."

The big-horned deer nodded and jumped lightly. Every time it jumped, little ripples of silver light were produced under its feet. In just a few leaps, it disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Harry let out a sigh of relief and used his wand to dry his clothes. After looking around for a while, he found a relatively dry place and tried to calm down the panic in his heart.

All that's left to do is wait.

"Ding"

Malfoy flicked up a gold galleons. The gold rolled through the air with a dazzling luster and landed on the ground with a crisp sound.

After bouncing a few times, he lay on the ground very eye-catching, and neatly left a direction mark with his wand next to Garen.

Hmm. Even if no one else noticed, Weasley would definitely see Garleon.

Malfoy looked back and saw that in every room and intersection he passed, there was a yellow-orange Gold Galleons lying on it.

There was a hint of disdain in the smile, and I couldn't believe it. How could the rooms and intersections here cost more than my Galleons?